When Li heard the scream, he was sorting out some documents on the carpet. The scream made him throw the paper in his hand and rush out of the door. Before leaving, he did not forget to carefully bring the pistol and bullets and use a magnetic card to close the door. If the documents are lost or leaked, they will inevitably encounter some minor trouble. The two rooms with him are His Highness Alexander's brother and guard officer - Wilderge, who is by the crown prince.

The colorful moth spreads its scaly wings and is the size of a female palm. There is a charming eye. The dark purple and silver highlights turn and look so brilliant as people's perspective changes. Today's last sunlight projects through the car window like citrine fragments. The thick black shadow casts half of the face on the wall of the box. The unblocked place is filled with soft light and fine dust. The soft light is filled with countless highlights. The scene is the scale powder of the moth. Although it is beautiful, it is chilling. It struggles to instinctively hold your breath and run to Alex's room.

Although the two adjacent doors were less than ten feet apart, a group of moths flew towards him in a hurry and flew into the powder. Several of them even wanted to get into the collar of his shirt and the cuffs of his jacket. There were two more people who tried to get into the collar of his shirt and the cuffs of his jacket. However, they all fell on the bright floor in the next second. The floor in front of the crown prince's door was full of its similar doors. Alex stood at the door and held a large colorful moth in his hand and was carefully studying what Wilderger stood beside him and seemed to be putting into something-the reason for saying this is because he was doing this but his hands were empty.

"It's a good afternoon," Alex said.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness." Fei Li briefly fumbled on his body and took out the handkerchief he carried with him and opened it: "Please allow me - these moths are safe yet."

"This breed is not very common, but it should be non-toxic." Although he said this, Alex still put the dead insect in the snow-white handkerchief with kindness. It was a little bigger than its kind. It could hardly wrap it. It tried hard to pinch the four corners and wrapped it in the pocket of the coat. There was a hint of undetectable stiffness in his movements. Wilderger chuckled twice and not all the little boys like to scare the little girls with caterpillars. Maybe it was because they were more afraid of insects than the little girls.

He tried hard not to think about the things in his pocket. He probably looked at His Royal Highness's room. There was nothing strange about the light in the room. He did not see the living or dead insects. () He began to think about the appropriate wording to persuade the crown prince to return to the room. Before figuring out the cause of the scream, he should not be exposed to the corridor and the windows like this. The scream was filled with incredible fear, hatred, and all the negative things in human nature were definitely not caused by a moth or many moths. And the more hunger screams, it was getting closer and closer... Now there were such shouts in the carriage behind.

A tall black shadow jumped out from the connection of the carriage and struggled to reach into his pocket and grasp the pistol - he used the Glock to turn on the safety ground by pulling the trigger.

The figure was running very high, and the light steps remained. The sunlight formed a circle of sharp and sharp gold edges behind him - perhaps it was not where the sunlight formed where he passed by the moths fell before they could take off and curled their wings and smoke were rising.

In just one or two minutes or less, the tall young man with golden blue eyes stood in front of the crown prince of Sardinia. He looked left and right with a serious and cold look and showed some confusion about the air that was too clean in this area and the insects on the ground that seemed to be unharmed. But he immediately hid the confusion without losing his humility and pride.

He was under the orders of the Inspector General Inno, who was the command of His Highness Alexander and the people around him to the carriage belonging to Rosalia.

"Please allow me to walk in front of your land," he said. "These moths are very evil and dangerous."

"This is the Queen Moth." Alex's temporary lecture just now gave Wilderger room: "It's just a huge body. Compared to leaving poisonous burrs to the egg-land green leaf moth, it can be said to be very docile and flaming enthusiasm for love - there must be an extremely beautiful and charming Queen Moth here. Maybe it's just hatched. But the breath she emits is enough for those brave and fearless warriors to come one after another. "He omitted the fact that this moth will hatch in May and June.

The young man frowned slightly in front of the way. He felt that the tone of the guy behind him was really weird. But he could not find any obvious mistakes. His explanation was as devout as those "scholars". He was not religious enough, but he was panicked about some strange things. Therefore, he kept finding various reasons to convince himself and others. () With the help of the ruler, they replaced the true belief, comforted and paralyzed the entire human race - because of this. He could not tell them the real reason. Just like the vampire's code of avoiding the world, the servants of the sage philosophers must also maintain a certain silence, so as not to cause panic and social turmoil - this is something that every government does not want to see.

On a narrow passage of just dozens of steps, countless moths were crowded again. They were several times more numerous than before. They were like breeding out of the shadows. From the top and sides of the carriage to the waist of the humans, they were densely filled with these enclaves and insects. The attendant of the Templar Inspector General pressed down and let the people behind them give a reasonable explanation. Wave the invisible sword in his hand and open up a one-person passage with scales and powder flying. The carriage was immediately filled with a breath that almost made people vomit immediately.

"Oh." The man behind him quietly followed him a few steps. Then Wilderger patted the guide's shoulder. "I don't know which brand of land you use. But obviously the quality is not very good. If possible, can we use our land?"

"Print?" The young Templar stared at the red metal can that Wilderger stuffed into front of him.

"High-efficiency pesticides," Wilderger enthusiastically recommended: "In this case,

Effective.” He made a demonstration--three cubic feet ahead to make the left>that room clean.

Well, Alex briefly raised his head from the book and looked at it. The effect was as expected. The appearance of these insects may not originate from nature, but Alex observed their bodies. Since this is the case, the insecticides in natural insects can certainly deal with them. Of course, the "high-efficiency insecticide" prepared by Alex himself is a little "slightly" stronger, but it is also much better than the Templars' extravagant squandering the pure positive energy that they are attracted from somewhere. At the very least, it will not plunder his vitality in silence.

Although the choices made by humans are not within the scope of the lich's concern, Alex pays great attention to personal and clean environment. (Which guy who says that the lich is always dirty and dirty comes out! The technique of ravaging internal organs... the end of the rotten sac! Let's talk about the essence of negative energy ten thousand times and ten thousand times is corrosion and pollution! - by half-lich mentor)

A small place in the corpse piled up on the ground trembled slightly. Before the human visual nerves could not capture this image and conveyed this image to the brain's understanding, the small place flew up and expanded and deformed in the air.

It landed accurately on the Templar's face. When his lips were opened and his fangs were exposed, his ugly twisted face looked particularly terrible under the bright light that lighted up at some point-its was very accurate because this place was the faintest light, although his black limbs were still whispering like butter melted in a warm pan.

The Templar, who was thrown to the ground, roared in a vague way in the crushed worm corpse, grabbed the monster's nose and jaw in time and tried to peel it off his face - and the monster also grabbed his face even harder. The faces of the two guys were almost torn apart. It was obvious that the bones and muscles were fresh blood poured into the thick yellow and green slurry.

"Where is the little bat of the Nofeller clan?" Wilderger rolled up his lips and said with his huge pistol gently slid into his hanging right hand. Suddenly his soul was pulled. This was a very fresh feeling. Alex's voice came: "Sometimes..." he said slowly.

Suddenly, the light was covered with shadows. Two thin figures, one in front and one behind, hung upside down on the ceiling. They did not give everyone a time to react mercilessly. They rushed towards Alex and others with a thunderous force and degree, and then were beaten out by a stronger and faster force and degree.

"The saints give us glory!" Inspector General Inno, wearing a mask and a cloak, appeared beside Alex. The gentle and stable voice was completely unaware that he was a dying person who was lingering in sickness a few minutes ago - those two heavy blows were not like.

"...It is also a rare opportunity to try to be protected by the orderly kind person." Alex finished the rest.

Wilderge was so good that the weapon in his hands disappeared immediately. Although the Western Sardinians would adhere to the "silence" code at any time and for any reason. For example, a family sold information from a hostile family to the police, causing the other party to destroy the seller to be killed and the family where the seller was located could not gain any benefits from it, but when the enemy did not belong to the Western Sardinian family, Wilderge did not necessarily have to shoot the other party in person.

At Ino's gesture, they were taken into Rosalia's box. The room that should be as neat and neat as Alex's box was grandly decorated with beds separated by silk screens. All the walls were wrapped in velvet and decorated with crosses. Now it looks like an extra-large velvet sacred box. The most precious sacred object inside is probably the little girl hiding in the madam's arms.

Alex and Wilderger sat on the sand opposite Rosalia and tried hard to find a leather chair for himself. He held a small box in his hand to greet Rosalia and took out Alex's book from it. It seemed that he knew that these people must have nothing to say. As expected, in the end, even Wilderger picked up a fairy tale book.

A few minutes later, Ino walked in surrounded by the servants. His pace was still very slow, and Alex keenly found that the cloak outside him had been replaced-he did not go to see Rosalia, who was indulging in words but stopped tears, instead nodded to Madam Gwyneth. The fat Madam immediately gently put Rosalia in the arms of another Madam and walked outside the room.

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Ino showed Mama Gwyneth what was in her palm.

It was a blood-red mark imprinted on the charred bones. A twisted face belonged to the higher blood clan of the Nofell tribe: "Has the darkness in this world flooded to this extent?" His gentle question didn't sound like a blame, but a helpless sigh: "Is it my mistake in understanding or a lack of memory? Could it be that these dark creatures have been under the supervision and control of the Holy See... After Her Majesty's assassination, the death of the crown prince would put Rosalia in a very dangerous situation. People would think she was a murderer with dirty means and dirty souls. Maybe they would rather welcome the heir to the throne of the Ross family than to recognize a crazy and unvirtuous princess... Or is this your reason?"

"I swear in the name of Saint Sage and my forty years of loyalty." Madam Gwyneth's mouth bent down. She no longer looked so kind and friendly. Instead, she was filled with the majesty and undisputable momentum of the old man: "I know nothing about this. The servants of Saint Sage will never hurt the believers of Saint Sage even to erase the darkness."

Then she pursed her lips as if she decided to imitate the monks who were willing to practice rigorously and hard, and would never say a word.

Ino closed his eyes and put the terrifying mark in his cloak pocket. There was a faint sound of prayer coming from the rear of the carriage. The Templars were guarding the believers and gathering here to protect them all.

Now is not a good time to talk.

The sudden rumbling of the light, the pressure on the ears, and the last faint skylight disappeared, all indicate that the train entered the tunnel at this time.

The second longest tunnel in this plane totals 54 miles. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!